Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2001 12:48:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill
Subject: Athenian Boys, Part 4
Athenian Boys - 460 BC
by Bill (bil47_new@yahoo.com)
"We have several honored guests this day," proclaimed the elderly
philosopher who served as the director of the Athenian Academy.
"A delegation of Spartan men and youths is passing through Attica
for several days, and they have requested that the youths --
these four fine lads -- be permitted to sit in on our lessons
here at the Academy. This is, of course, a wonderful opportunity
to bring our two great cities closer together and foster even
greater understanding."
>From the looks on the faces of the four youths standing at the
old man's side, you would think they did not view the occasion
with such pleasure. To Jason they resembled nothing so much as a
pack of wolves observing an isolated farm from the edge of the
woods -- noble of bearing, strong and lean, fiercely confident,
yet instinctively wary. Jason half-expected to hear them growl at
the two dozen Athenian boys who had gathered in the courtyard.
"I will assign each Spartan youth to one of you, that you may be
his guide for the day," said the old man as he matched up boys
more or less at random. Jason was pleased when he was chosen as a
guide... and even more pleased to be assigned the most handsome
and youngest-looking of the four adolescent boys.
"I am Jason, son of Cleon, of the island of Delos," he said,
extending his hand.
"Demaratos; Spartan," said the boy brusquely. He added, in a
slightly more civil tone: "Call me Dem." The lad took Jason's
hand and squeezed it -- very hard. Jason was surprised by the
boy's strength, and by the rough skin of his hand -- like the
hand of a field worker. He almost flinched from the pain, but
managed to keep a straight face. The Spartan boy was in the first
bloom of puberty... his voice had not yet changed. And Jason
found him wonderfully erotic. As was his habit, Jason immediately
thought about the end of the school day when nearly all of the
Academy boys participated in unabashed sexual activity. Might he
be sharing pleasures with the Spartan youth this afternoon?
Dem proved to be whip-smart. He breezed through difficult
problems in the mathematics class. And when the scroll was being
passed around to read a section from the Iliad, Dem recited the
passage of Homer's words from memory, while some of the Athenian
boys relied on the written text in their declamations. But he was
as terse in his conversations as the stereotype for all his
countrymen, often responding to Jason's questions with single-
word answers.
It was with great persistence that Jason received confirmation of
the often-heard stories about a Spartan boy's upbringing. How at
birth he was examined by a committee of elders who would order
weak newborns to be placed on a hillside to die. That as a
toddler he was trained never to cry or complain or fear being
alone. And that at age 7 every boy left home to live in barracks,
assigned to a "herd" of similar-age boys who were -- literally --
whipped into shape by a barely-pubescent boy assigned to be their
prefect. The prefect, in turn, was under the harsh authority of
an older teenager. The boys slept in a heap, like puppies, on a
bed of marsh rushes that they picked with their bare hands. They
were underfed and encouraged to steal food from peasant farms. If
caught, they would be severely whipped -- not for stealing, but
for being clumsy enough to be detected. Their games were of the
most violent sort -- often just crude tests of pain endurance.
And boys were regularly sent out alone to the mountains for days
at a time to fend for themselves. The brutality and deprivation
of a Spartan's boyhood was designed for the single-minded goal of
training him to be the ultimate soldier. Spartans remained in the
barracks until age 30, after which they took a wife and sired a
new generation of boys.
Jason was filled with a strange erotic fascination. He was now
quite sure that he wanted to lie naked and share pleasures with
this boy who was so inscrutable and fascinating... and ruggedly
handsome. When Jason was describing the Academy's schedule to
Dem, he was eager to observe the Spartan's reaction to hearing of
the sexual activities that occurred after wrestling practice.
Jason told Dem of the gentle seduction of younger boys by the
older lads at the bathing pool, and about how companions went off
to the privacy of the olive grove to exchange romantic words as
they made love.
The description of the Athenian boys' courtly sexual rituals
brought an uncharacteristic flow of words from the Spartan. "In
our land," he said with pride tinged with scorn, "the strong boys
take their pleasure by force from the weak. They would never ask;
only demand... and fight if necessary to satisfy their sexual
urges. The weak submit... but they pledge themselves to be
stronger the next time. Your soft games of seduction, Athenian,
would be the laughing-stock of my herd. The lust of Spartan boys
is never an expression of love; it is just another way to prepare
ourselves for war." Jason could have taken the statement as a
rebuke, but instead he felt a shiver of excitement, and his cock
stiffened at the thought of a sexual encounter with this rough
and mysterious outlander.
At the beginning of wrestling practice, all of the students
stripped nude in the Greek custom. Jason glanced at Dem's
genitals and was well-pleased by their beauty. He had a well-
proportioned cock 4 inches in repose and slightly thicker than
Jason's thumb, with an attractive short foreskin that barely
allowed the little piss-slit to peek out, and nicely dangling
balls. Jason was also fascinated by Dem's pubic hair -- a dozen
dark sprigs at the very base of his cock, suggesting that they
had first sprouted only recently. But when Dem turned around to
walk into the arena, Jason was shocked to see numerous scars
across his back and buttocks. Jason had seen such marks on the
backs of slaves back home on Delos -- evidence of firm discipline
by an owner or overseer. He recalled the time, some years prior,
when he had watched the overseer on the family's estate whip a
returned runaway, with such intensity that the flesh on the man's
back was criss-crossed with bleeding wounds.
Like any boy, Jason had himself experienced a leather strap on
his naked butt when he was disobedient to his father, but never
so harshly as to leave scars.
It was unthinkable that Dem had ever been a slave. Could his
father's harsh discipline have caused such marks on his back?
Dem was paired with Jason for the practice, even though Jason
outweighed the Spartan. In fact, Dem looked at first glance to be
downright scrawny -- as underfed as a peasant boy from the
shanties outside the city walls of Athens. But despite his
slender build it became instantly clear that Dem was quite
strong, with wiry muscles and stealthy speed. Jason was also
rather strong and quick, and his added weight made the two boys
an even match.
Whenever the activity in the practice flagged a bit -- for the
instructor to talk or the whole group to watch a pair of boys
demonstrate a move -- Jason's hormone-driven thoughts turned to
sex. The feel of Dem's taut body and the sight of his attractive
cock and dangling balls fed Jason's desire to pursue a sexual
get-together with the Spartan. Jason wondered how he should
broach the question.
The last part of wrestling practice consisted of several minutes
of full-strength scrimmage by the pairs of boys. Starting from
the standing position, Jason and Dem circled each other warily,
looking for an opening. Jason used the trickery and psychology
that he had learned from his wrestling master to make Dem fall
into a trap, as Jason dipped under his grasp and slipping behind
the Spartan. With his arms wrapped around Dem's torso, Jason
knocked the boy's feet out from under him, sending both of them
thudding to the ground, Jason on top. But as Jason worked for a
means to turn his opponent onto his back, Dem had tricks of his
own and was quick to turn the tables, using a sit-out move that
left Jason face-down in the dirt with the Spartan atop. Jason
moved just as quickly, however, scrambling to his knees and using
the momentum his opponent's pressure to roll both of their bodies
and regain the top position.
Both boys were working at full exertion, using finely-honed skill
as well as strength, as the advantage traded back and forth.
Three fast-moving minutes into the match, Jason found himself
pressed to the ground by nothing more than a sharp elbow, driven
into the center of his back by the leveraged weight of Dem's
body. At the same time, Dem was using both his hands to pry
Jason's left arm up and force it behind his back. With his arm
thus captured, Jason was defeated -- not to mention helpless and
in pain -- and he stopped struggling. All around them, other
pairs continued to wrestle. Dem was now astraddle Jason's
haunches, his crotch pressing against the crack of Jason's ass.
He leaned down, his mouth close to Jason's ear.
"Do you submit to me, Athenian?" he hissed, nudging the youth's
arm further up between his shoulder blades.
"Agh! Yes! I submit! You're breaking my arm off!" gasped Jason in
a hoarse pleading whisper.
But Dem did not release Jason's arm immediately. He spoke again,
still in quiet but threatening tones. "In Sparta, when a youth is
defeated in a match, he understands that he must then satisfy the
lust of the victor. You don't know our ways, so I must demand
that you swear you will submit to being fucked." Dem inclined the
arm even higher up Jason's back
"I swear it!! I swear by the goddess Athena that I will do
anything you require!" Dem let go of the Jason's wrist, and the
Athenian breathed a sigh of relief. Though he was embarrassed at
his defeat by the Spartan, Jason couldn't help thinking to
himself that things were actually working out rather nicely. And
as both boys rose to their feet, Jason was additionally pleased
to see Dem's cock standing nobly erect. Six inches of slender
adolescent phallus, with the purple glans protruding from the
cover of foreskin. The Spartan was justifiably proud of his
manhood and made no effort to hide it... no different from any of
the other boys here. The wrestling master had called an end to
the scrimmage, and some of the boys where already jacking
themselves hard for the ritual of sexual pairing that began as
the group made its way down to the bathing pool to wash away
their sweat and the dust of the arena.
As the crowd of boys walked along the broad pathway, all still
naked and holding their linen tunics, Dem said "Show me this
olive grove of which you spoke. My cock desires its reward."
"Don't you wish to go to the bathing pools first?"
"Bathing pool?! A Spartan washes his body with a vigorous swim in
cold water; we do not lounge in a pool like effeminate Persians.
I swam in the sea at dawn this morning, so my sweat and dust are
of recent vintage.... Does the scent of a wrestler offend you,
Athenian?"
Jason blushed. In fact, as they had wrestled Jason had been
powerfully aroused by the adolescent musk of Dem's body. He did
not answer the question. "The grove is this way," he said. "We
will be the first ones there and have our pick of the best
locations."
Jason led Dem up to the crest of the hill. Part-way up, he placed
a small branch across the path -- a signal to later-arriving boys
that the most secluded and desirable spot was already taken.
Standing face-to-face in a clearing at the top, the teenagers
both sported rigid erections that arched toward their bellies.
Jason felt short of breath, his heart thumping in his chest as he
awaited Dem's orders... ready to experience the heady taboo
thrill of being sexually subservient to a younger boy.
"Suck me, Athenian. Wet my cock with your spit before I penetrate
your ass."
Jason dropped to his knees in front of Dem. His hand reached up
to the boy's cock and pulled the foreskin down to fully reveal
the slender cockhead. Then he hungrily took the hot flesh between
his lips, slathering it with his tongue, tasting the rich earthy
essence of the 14-year-old's unwashed penis.
"That's good," murmured the Spartan. "Now let's see if you can
take it... DEEP!" and he grabbed Jason's head with both hands and
thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock into the helpless
youth's throat.
Jason gagged at the intrusion, but successfully fought off the
urge to retch. With all his willpower, Jason passively allowed
Dem to fuck his throat with quick, brutal thrusts. When the
Spartan pulled away after a few minutes, he was breathing hard
and red-faced with arousal.
"Now get up and offer me your ass, Athenian. Grab that low
branch. You best hold tight as I intend to fuck you hard and
fast."
Jason leaned over, spreading his feet, bending his legs, and
looking down at the ground... waiting for Dem's cock to enter his
body. Inwardly, he reveled in the excitement of sexual submission
to the tough young Spartan, though of course he could not express
such a humiliating perversion.
Dem's warning had been no idle jest. He positioned himself behind
Jason's proffered ass and pushed in hard, with no concern for the
pain it would cause. Though Jason tried to open his anal muscle
to the thrusting phallus, the assault felt like red-hot iron
searing his asshole. And there was no pause when Dem's hard
thrust rammed his erection all the way to the hilt. He grabbed
Jason's hip bones and fucked with rapid piston strokes, in and
out of the teenager's inflamed rectum.
Jason clenched his teeth and grasped tightly to the tree branch.
He was determined to take whatever Dem could give, and take it
without a whimper. But as the brutal fucking progressed,
something surprising happened... the burning pain diminished,
replaced by the familiar warm fullness and intense erotic
stimulation that Jason felt whenever a fellow student at the
Academy made love to him. He was being fucked with savagery, but
he was loving it! With each thrust of the Spartan's adolescent
cock, Jason's senses were moving to a higher level of arousal. He
looked between his legs at his own cock, and it was hard...
bobbing up and down in time with his swaying ball sack as Dem
pounded into his ass.
Jason could hear Dem's breath growing ragged. No words came from
the Spartan boy's lips, and no cries of lust. But Jason could now
hear almost noiseless grunts each time Dem's cock was rammed
home. The fuck-strokes came even harder and faster. And then,
with a gasp, Dem orgasmed intensely, pulsing his hot cum into
Jason's rectum. Jason gloried in the feeling produced by the
spasming cock inside his body, and he clenched his ass-muscle
tightly around it. After a few more residual thrusts,
accompanying the last cum-spurts, Dem pulled away and Jason stood
up straight.
"You took it well... Jason," said Dem, using Jason's name for the
first time that day, and giving his back a good-natured slap. "So
stoicly did you accept your obligation that one might mistake you
for a Spartan." This was among the highest compliments he could
have bestowed, and as he sat in the grass beneath a tree, he
pulled Jason down by the arm to sit next to him.
"In my herd, when a defeated opponent takes a fuck with stoicism,
the victor shows admiration by drawing forth the boy's seed with
hand strokes. Would you object if I honored you thus?"
"Uh... no! Of course not! I would gladly accept the honor, Dem."
As he said the words, Jason was thinking that he would be honored
even more if the Spartan were his bed partner that night. But he
kept that thought to himself as Dem knelt beside him, taking
Jason's penis in one hand and his balls in the other. With the
same serious determination that seemed to accompany every task he
pursued, Dem commenced a skillful masturbation, exhibiting a deft
touch and a willingness to make the session last longer than the
typical quick jack-off.
As Dem pleasured him, Jason longed to hug and caress the boy with
affection... to lay with him in the grass and kiss, just as he
did with his school friends. But he knew that such a suggestion
would offend the Spartan, so he refrained. Instead, he closed his
eyes and let his body ride the wave of pleasure that flowed
beneath Dem's stroking hand. As Jason's breath quickened and his
muscles tensed and his toes curled, he broke the silence.
"Oh, Gods, YES! Here it cums!"
And ropes of semen burst forth, at quickly-pulsing intervals,
leaving pearly puddles scattered over Jason's chest and belly, as
well as on Dem's stroking hand. As Dem sat back down and wiped
the cum off his hand onto the grass, Jason used his tunic to
clean his torso. "That was good, Dem. Thanks."
"Do not thank me. I was merely upholding tradition."
But Jason thought he could tell, from the look in Dem's eyes,
that a connection of friendhip had been made.
"I have a personal question for you Dem, if I may be intrusive,"
said Jason after they had sat quietly in the afternoon sun for
several minutes."
"Ask. I have no secrets."
"The scars on your back... are they from your father's
discipline?"
To Jason's surprise, Dem began laughing -- another first that day
from the serious-minded Spartan.
"Forgive me, Jason. I do not mean to be rude. But I thought you
knew about the training of Spartan boys. The scars are the badge
I wear of my ability to bear pain... of my suitability to be a
warrior. Last year, at the festival of the goddess Artemis, I was
allowed to participate in the whipping ceremony for the first
time. I lasted more than 20 minutes before I passed out, and even
won praise from the elder of our two kings. My comrades and I
often whip each other in friendly competition. The ability to
accept the harshest whipping is a key element of our culture. And
we are not raised by our fathers. We are raised by all Spartan
men, and can expect to be disciplined by any man or older boy if
he finds our conduct deficient.
"When a boy joins a herd at age 7, his first welcome is a
whipping by his prefect. Not too severely, of course, just an
introduction. He is made aware from that first day that he is no
longer a child under his mother's protection... he is a soldier-
in-training. Any lapse in discipline results in a whipping. Any
deficiencies in learning... a whipping. Our food ration is one
bowl of gruel a day; anything else must be stolen, but if you are
caught stealing, the whipping is especially harsh.
"If a boy takes his whipping well, he is respected by the herd
and by his prefect. If he takes it poorly, with crying and
groveling, he is disgraced and invites humiliation. In my herd, a
boy who could not take a whipping well was immediately fucked in
the ass by the prefect, and was then required to suck off each of
the other boys in the herd, under the threat of further whipping.
There were nine other boys in my herd, and I'm proud to say that
I never had to suck them all off. That's not to say the prefect
never fucked me that first year, however. In spite of the fact
that I accepted my whippings in silence, the prefect sometimes
ordered me to sleep with him, and he used me to satisfy his lust
during the night. Until one night, I answered his demand with a
kick in his balls and a fist to his nose that drew forth blood.
Not bad for a 7-year-old against a 13-year-old, huh?.... Of
course, he proceeded to beat me unconscious with his fists. But
when I was revived he congratulated me for my warrior spirit, and
he never again fucked me or made me take his cock in my mouth.
"I don't imagine an Athenian would ever understand our Spartan
ways, Jason. We welcome pain the way Athenians welcome their
luxuries. I'll wager that no boy at this Academy could take even
25 good lashes on his back, something a Spartan 10-year-old could
accept with barely a blink."
Jason spoke immediately, in defense of his peers and in the
excitement of the challenge. "I'll take that wager, Dem. Give me
25 of your best, and I'll show you what an Athenian boy can take.
Back at the Academy building, there's a 5-tailed cat that
schoolmasters may use on unruly students. Let's go." And Jason
jumped to his feet and extended a hand to help Dem up.
Dem had a bemused smile on his face as he and Jason grasped each
other's forearm and he hopped up. "And what shall be the prize,
Jason? How about if you can take the 25 strokes in silence, you
may have your way with me however you choose. If you cry out,
I'll have you suck off my cock at the center of the wrestling
arena, to be watched by anyone passing by."
"It's a bet!" said Jason, pumped with energy.
The two made their way down the hill, passing a pair of boys
casually loitering beside the trail who immediately headed up the
path to claim the favored spot for private sexual coupling.
When they got to the brick building where classes were held
earlier in the day, Jason got the whip from its hook on the wall.
It had five 2-foot-long tails of finely braided leather, each
strand knotted at the end, attached to a leather-covered handle.
"Yes, this will do," said Dem. "Hands against the wall."
Jason was still naked, as was Dem. He leaned forward and rested
his palms against the cool wall at head-height and braced himself
for what was coming. The whistling air advertised the first
stroke a split-second before it hit.
SWISH... SLAP!
The pain did not really register at first, but Jason knew from
experience that it quickly would.
SWISH... SLAP!
Jason's felt all five strands rake across his back.
SWISH... SLAP!
Intense pain was now radiating from his back.
SWISH... SLAP!
Jason clenched his teeth and concentrated on breathing evenly.
SWISH... SLAP!
'I must send my thoughts elsewhere. Think of something other than
the pain' he told himself.
SWISH... SLAP!
Jason focused his thoughts on the memories of Dov and Danni, the
twin 12-year-old boyslaves at his mentor's villa, and the
pleasures he had experienced with them in the nights since his
mentor had been away.
SWISH... SLAP!
He struggled to keep his mind focused on sexual thoughts, instead
of the severe lashing that was stinging his back like a nest-full
of angry hornets. He concentrated on the events of his first
night with the two pleasure slaves, when they had stimulated him
for over an hour before finally bringing forth his orgasm.
Again and again the whip sang through the air and landed on
Jason's bare back, a new blow striking every 10 seconds or so.
But still he willed his brain to concentrate on thoughts of the
most intense pleasure.
Dem had counted silently to himself, and when he delivered the
last stroke, he walked over to the wall and hung up the whip.
Jason was still in his self-induced trance, and he barely heard
Dem's words. "Well done, Athenian!" Jason slowly turned around
and tried to clear his mind. That's when the full extent of the
pain hit him, and he suddenly felt faint. Dem saw that he was
about to collapse and caught him under the arms and held him up,
as Jason instinctively wrapped his arms around Dem's neck.
"Strength, Jason. You took it like a true Spartan. Don't pass out
on me now and spoil it."
As Jason cleared his head, his back was throbbing with pain, but
it seemed to be waning rather than increasing. He was leaning
against Dem's body, and it felt good. When he felt Dem's hand
slip down and take hold of his penis, Jason realized he had a
stiff erection.
"I see, Athenian, that you use the same strategy to block out the
pain that I use. Either that, or you are thinking ahead to the
payment of our wager."
Jason grinned despite the pain. "Perhaps both of your guesses are
correct, my Spartan friend. But no matter what my arousal
suggests, I guarantee that I do not love the kiss of the lash as
you and your countrymen seem to."
"To each his own, Jason. Now, how would you have me pay my
wager?"
Jason thought for a moment and decided to ask for what he really
desired. "I would have you ask the permission of the men with
whom you travel that you spend the night at my villa." Jason
explained the circumstances of how he had become the temporary
master of one of the great houses of Athens. Dem listened and
then nodded his head.
"The purpose of our trip is to learn about your Athenian ways. I
will ask my leaders, and I believe they will consent."
And so they did, after consulting with the director of the
Academy to verify Jason's claim to being master of the house in
which Dem would spend the night.
As Dem was consulting with his leaders, Jason had gone to the
Academy's infirmary, where the attendant applied to his back a
healing salve imported from Egypt, having remarkable currative
powers. The pain disappeared almost completely, replaced by a
slight throbbing warmth. The salve could do nothing, however, for
the many angry welts that lay in stripes across Jason's back.
When Jason met back up with Dem, the Spartan said "My leaders
have allowed me to spend the night in your villa and have
instructed me to conduct myself as if I were an Athenian...
difficult as that may be." Dem didn't mention the additional
words of the eldest Spartan in his group: "All the better that
you may know the ways of these Athenians, for I am certain that
one day our city and theirs will be at war."
Jason beamed with joy at the news, and his mind raced with ideas
for nighttime fun. He decided to begin with a quick session of
pleasure before they left the Academy.
"Well then, Dem; since you are now an Athenian youth, may we
share kisses for a while?"
"I would never..." he began with haughty bluster, but witched to
a gentler tone "uh... I mean, Spartans do not kiss. It is
unmanly." Jason could see an uncharacteristic blush sweep over
the boy's cheeks as Dem added, almost in a whisper "But I have
heard about kissing, and ... perhaps I have wondered on occasion
what it is like."
Jason thought he detected, hidden deep beneath the tough Spartan
shell, a gentle boy in need of the tender love that Athenians so
easily shared with each other. He moved close to Dem, wrapping
his arms around the boy in a gentle embrace. The Spartan stood
awkwardly with his arms at his sides.
"Put your arms around my neck," whispered Jason in Dem's ear.
Their bodies pressed close together. Jason's lips brushed against
Dem's, then pressed lightly against Dem's mouth. But Dem did not
kiss back, and the Spartan looked bewildered.
"Could you... will you teach me to do these things, Jason?" asked
Dem, almost shyly.... "Please?"
"Just follow my lead, and then do what comes naturally."
And this time, when Jason pressed his lips to Dem's, the Spartan
pressed back. Jason flicked his tongue lightly across Dem's mouth
and was rewarded with the feeling of the younger boy's tongue
responding in kind. And Jason heard what sounded like a sigh of
pleasure as their tongues gradually merged in hot, wet desire.
Dem was a fast and eager learner as the two boys clung together
in passionate embrace. Jason noted with pleasure how the Spartan
was taking the initiative with his tongue, probing hungrily into
Jason's mouth. Dem's hands moved from Jason's neck to his ass,
pulling their crotches even closer as their erections slid
sensuously together. No words were exchanged, but the sounds of
eager passion echoed off the walls of the empty room in with they
stood.
Dem's hand slid between their bodies, and he grasped Jason's
rigid penis, sliding the foreskin up and down over the cockhead.
Jason's hand immediately followed suit, and the two boys were
jacking each other with rising lust as their tongues continued to
duel. In a chorus of ecstatic moans, both of them shot their
bursts of seed onto each other's belly. The semen mingled as they
pressed their bodies close and continued to kiss.
As the mutually-felt adolescent lust slowly waned, Jason held his
new friend close and whispered in his ear. "Tonight I will show
you the pleasures of being served by a skilled boyslave. Or in
our case, two twin boyslaves with extraordinary talent and
creativity."
The End
(Your comments and suggestions are welcome, as always.)
NOTE: The upbringing of Spartan boys described in this story is
historically accurate. And it must have worked, because Sparta's
citizen-soldiers were the finest army in the world at that time;
arguably the toughest and most selfless warrior class the world
has ever known. Long after the decline of Spartan power, with the
rise of the Roman Empire, the temple of Artemis and its ritual
flogging of boys became a tourist attraction a parody of its
former noble purpose. Romans came to watch with erotically-tinged
fascination as naked Spartan boys were whipped - uncomplaining
and unmoving - until they passed out.